32 MAY I 2., I 9 7 5 exhibition last October. In recognItIOn of her skill in raising such stunning tur- tles in her apartment, in Queens, Mrs. Gravelin received a turtle-shaped silver saccharine bowl from her feHow Socie- ty melnbers. In addition to photographs of her own turtles, Mrs. Gravelin's slides included several taken at the Oc- tober show-a South African sideneck, a two-headed snapper, and an albino red-ear-plus a picture of a green por- celain turtle that sits on her living- room mantel. She slipped it in just to see if anyone would notice. No one did. Mrs. Gra velin eXplained in detail how to cultivate turtles at home. "First you start with an adult male and an adult female," she said, "and you need a very large tank. I prefer a seventy- gallon tank. And, in fact, it's better to use two females and one male to play the mating game right. The females begin to lay theIr eggs around March or Apri1. When a turtle is ready to lay eggs, she']] let you know by bumping the glass in the aquarium and splash- ing around in the water. Then you should take her out of the tank and put her in a tub that has been fiHed with damp sand, which must be kept warm by an overhead incandescent light. Then she'll bury her eggs in the sand. After that, return her to the tank, dig the eggs out with a spoon, and place them in a Tupperware container that has aIr holes punched in the bottom. Cover the eggs with slightly moist sphagnum moss and place the whole thing in a chicken incubator. The red- ears take from sixty to seventy-five days to hatch. After they do, place them in a glass tank with about an inch of water. I feed them brine shrimp and, after they've grown a bit, chicken livers and smelts, plus mineral supplements. Re- nlcmber to take the turtles out of their tanks to feed them. Otherwise the tanks become rather unpleasant. ...;\1 so, it helps if you have a young son who doesn't mind cleaning the tanks for you every now and then." Mrs. Grav- ehn 'ldded that scram bled turtle eggs taste ve ry oily. The Turtle and Tortoise Society members applauded her presentatIon, and slowly left the room. ./lspects of Show Biz TUNCH last week at the AlgonquIn L with Betty Comden and Adolph Green, the matchless New York pair whose songs and shows, written with people like Leonard Bernstein and J ule Styne, express everything that is most witty and convivial about show biz in this country. To- gether-if that's the right word, because when Comden and Green are talking or in- ventIng they seem to be one doubly alert person-they've written the book and/or lyrics for fourteen shows and ten movies. They've written "On the Town," "Good News," "\V onderful Town," "Peter l>an," "Bells Are Ringing," "The Band \Vagon," et cet- cra, et cetera, and "Singin' in the Rain." Excuse for the 1 h " S ' .,. h R ." unc: IngIn In t e aIn opens a one-week run this week at the Music Hall as part of a nlonth-Iong salute to M-G-M. Com den and Green or- dered a single chef's salad and two plates. "Thirty-five years ago," said Adolph. "Have we checked the date?" said Betty. " I " d t was warm, sai Adolph. "1 think it was November," said Betty. "It was near the end of a month," said Adolph "1 t was October 31 st, 194-0," we said. "\Ve played the Music Hall on October 31 st, 194-0," saId Adolph, "as part of the stage show. I don't know why they hired us. We were doing a tiny act, and it's a very big place We were The Revuers." "Five of LlS," said Betty. "All just kids, Including] udy Holliday, and we'd been play- v 11.!. J . ,J-cfV .. c u-- 'fLY _ \ -------- '- r " -- - - -=A 1 () t -l - - , .:....., "".... 0 \ 8oa'rij "Mr. pzttman spent the late sixties hunkering down. Then, in the early seventies, he made an effort to get it all together. These past months, !ze's been trying to find the handle "